𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @rueransom
looking for inspiration seems to be more like looking for a needle in a haystack recently. it’s why he seeks out his safe haven - neon lighting and the sound of a restored ddr machine echoing in the background doing more to soothe him than any coffee shop could ever. heath reclines back in the booth, not particularly paying heed to the fact that his dirtied sneakers are probably scuffing the plush faux leather as he tucks his feet up below him — the owner knows him well enough by now anyway to allow it. usually, he’d be sat alone. scribbling non-sensical notes on the back of napkins from the dispenser and stuffing them in his pockets like loose change. but today... today he’s extended the invite to ruth to join him. after all, one day when he makes his magnum opus she’s going to have the starring role. the de niro to his scorcese. the hanks to his spielberg. although perhaps they were both slightly too off-colour for either of those parallels.
a gentle hum pushes past his lips as he delicately twists the spiral of a curly fry around his finger like a ring before lifting it in thought, glancing at his companion, “okay but what if i just say fuck movies entirely and just... spend my days trying to beat that twelve-year-old’s score on the pacman machine? that could make me a living, right? like those fortnite dudes?” he bites off the centre of the fry watching as it cascades back down onto the paper tray. “could be more thrilling than us sitting around waiting for some kind of genius breakthrough.”